Wednesday, October 13, 2010

this moment

The rain on my windowpanes is insistent, even stubborn, and I am burning a candle called "caramel apple." My fingernails smell of garlic and onions, though, from yesterday's chopping for last night's fajitas and tonight's soup. I drink tea, I write abstracts, I read. This is the most normal of normals, this moment.

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